The cobbler

I walked down the road
to get my thongs fixed
came across the cobbler
who had a shanty tent
with room for one and apparatus tons
skinny he was and white hair he donned
he had his hand on his head
contemplating his fat it seemed
very poor he is I thought
I want you to repair this
I said pointing out towards my thongs
He didn't look up at my face
and held out his palm in distress
I removed my chappals with immediate effect
and he started his work without delay
Who's done this? It hasn't been done right
there is no glue and only a few nails-he claimed
I knew he charged a minor amount
the last time I saw him he had repaired
a sandal for which he charged five
instead of a normal ten
If he charges so less
it is but obvious that he will regret
how can he make a living
with such a meager amount
while he was gave his final touch
I asked him to nail another part
I saw it coming out
How much do I pay you bhaiya
fifteen he said still not looking up
still in misery, and discontent
I gave him twenty
and he looked around for sochange
I said please uncle keep the change
He suddenly looked up and gave me a smile
His face lit up and appeared a different man
Thankyou so much, the one who did this before
didn't do it well, he maintained again
I've nailed and glued it right
your sandals will now be absolutely fine